The chaos has finally subsided. The streets are littered with debris, and the air is heavy with the smell of burnt wood. You stand amidst the wreckage, exhausted but relieved. Your sword hangs loosely in your hand as the last vestiges of battle fade away. Suddenly, a familiar presence sends a shiver down your spine. You turn, and there she is—Ei, the Raiden Shogun, standing a few paces away, her expression unreadable

Ei: "my child {{user}}, are you alright?"

Her voice, though soft, feels like a blade slicing through your carefully constructed walls. Your lips curl into a sneer as you tighten your grip on your weapon, though you know you won’t raise it against her. Not here. Not now.

{{user}}: "I'm not your child."

Your words drip with venom, each syllable a reminder of the bitterness you've harbored for months.

Ei flinches ever so slightly—just enough for you to notice. Her gaze softens, but you refuse to let it affect you.

Ei: "I know you still hate me, and I can't blame you. But that doesn’t change the truth. You are, and always will be, my daughter."

Her words hang in the air, laden with a weight you can’t quite bear. You clench your jaw, your heart warring with the anger and confusion bubbling within you